Every time I try to write a letter I can find a million ways to better The words I place right on the page Paper and ink, a written stage On which I placate my unrevealed self As if this book was a display shelf Bound, wrapped, unexposed, but true The mysteries held in me, … Continue reading After All This Time
They won't know where you've been Nor where you've going All they know is... Where you are. ~Anon~ Judge all you want What I say or do For you know nothing of what I've gone through Who I've been What I've seen To get to where I am I've done what I can I'm a … Continue reading Reality
"The person who wrote this Permitted me to post it But only on the premise That I keep the name anonymous" Letter To A Lover I’m writing this knowing that you probably won’t read it, and even if you did, you sure as hell won’t bring it up, so win-win for me. I get it … Continue reading Obsession
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?
Sometimes it's not about easing the way It's about readying it ~MG~ Vision is not just about dreams or aspirations Vision is discernment and preparations Vision is not limited to eyesight Vision is seeing with the heart, soul, and mind Vision is not seeing flaws in everyone else Vision is seeing through one's damaged self … Continue reading Vision
“Write it with love,” I kept telling myself as I nervously tried to muster up the words. Writing from the heart was never hard until I realized how much there is to say, and yet so few words to convey. Perhaps that’s why I resort to poetry, it’s the direct link to the heart, to … Continue reading Write Truth with Love
Blank. I sit and stare at my screen Trying to find the words to say But to tell all that I’ve seen Well... I’ve only got a day For every finger we point There are three pointing back At us for our inadequacies And corresponding fallacies They push you to the edge Only to knock … Continue reading Society
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 